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Annah says:

“Today is the day of Greatsun; the time of greatest light. I woke Holder up early this morning; made him come down to the stream with me for a swim, and after–well—after, we had a breakfast of spice-grasses and meatbark, and he took out his oid git-arr (I know how to say it now, but I still enjoy saying it the way I did when I first learned the humans’ language) and played me this song. It is one that has followed us our whole lives together–he played it for me in his early days here on Evohe, and though the verses made no sense to me, I sang along with him on the chorus, which spoke to the very heart of my spirit. During the Barricade Days–our time of captivity on Holdfast, which one day you will read about–it was a song that made us think of going home. By then, I knew a little more of Holder’s world, and what the verses meant. Today, whatever else the song means, it means the search for home, and love. Together, Holder and I have found both. May you who read my words find it as well.”

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June 21, 2014 · 12:50 pm

Blossoms and Bloomstalks

Annah says:

“Through no design of my own, I have fallen into the path of being a teacher, for those of our people who seek the craft of Shaping.  One day soon, it will be my task to help Holder teach our children, and guide them firmly and safely along the path of their Becoming.  I am sure that we will both teach them many things, but one thing I am determined for them to learn is that the shape of their bodies–particularly the gender to which they belong–should not determine, in all ways, the shape of their lives.  It is true that only females may give birth, but that does not mean that the entire spectrum of a female’s life should be determined by hearthfire and homeground.  Among my people, women are hunters, mothers, healers, and teachers.  The furrows and petals of the blossom between a female’s thighs do not forever mark her as a field to be plowed, a page to be written on, no more than the bloomstalk that lies between the legs of a male makes him inherently the aggressor, to impose his will upon others.  The males of my kind are care-givers, protectors, builders, preservers.  I have in my own painful memories the recollection of one who learned too late that the physical ability to bend someone to your will does not mean doing so is right, and does not mean that act will come without consequence.  Holder and i will teach our children–and the folk of our Circle–that all life is to be treasured, and that differences like gender–like the commingling of bloomstalk and blossom, bloom and seed–are meant to bring Balance, not division.”

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